Xiong Xiangwu half-knelt on the ground in a sorry state. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the top of the restaurant. A tall figure stood there, and the bowstring of the great bow in his hand was still trembling. Although it was not as good as the Stone Splitter bow, it was still a rare, hard, metal bow.
His eyes narrowed. "Huang Binghu!"
Huang Binghu said, "Stronghold master Xiong, this arrow is just a greeting. I hope you know how to retreat, or don't blame me for being merciless!"
Xiong Xiangwu broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that Huang Binghu was not boasting. Just Now, if Huang Binghu struck out with his full strength, it was extremely likely for him to be shot to death on the spot since he could not turn around in the air. A divine archer who occupied an advantageous position and launched sneak attacks was just too terrifying.
Yang Anzhi said, "You really want to stand up for this kid?!"
Huang Binghu said, "The spiritual ginseng was indeed found by Li Qingshan, but I've already consumed it and cured my chronic illness of many years. Sect master Yang, you've found the wrong person." Behind him stood over a dozen headhunters and over a dozen powerful bows.
The four leading figures of the martial arts community of Qingyang had appeared together, all for the sake of Li Qingshan, whether they were friend or foe.
The disciples of the Iron Fist sect were all amazed, while the nearby residents mustered up their courage and opened a sliver of a window, secretly watching this rare sight.
The torches danced wildly in the cold wind. Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Binghu, and Li Qingshan's expressions flickered. However, they seemed to be frozen, frozen without moving. Each of them had their own worries and considerations, holding each other back. No one dared to strike out carelessly.
Li Qingshan suddenly laughed aloud. His laughter traveled very far in the cold wind. "Stronghold master Xiong, this is your only chance to kill me. Why don't you do it? Once I personally kill you, the macaques under your command will still have the opportunity to flee. If you miss out on this opportunity today, I'll just come back in the future and uproot your Black Wind stronghold, leaving not a single one alive! "
Arrogant! When everyone present heard this, they felt that it was an ear-piercing arrogance.
The Black Wind stronghold had wreaked havoc in Qingyang for many years. Apart from the Drawn Reins village who stood aloof from worldly affairs, the Dragon's Gate sect and Iron Fist both wanted to destroy them very much. However, Yang Anzhi and Liu Hong had both considered that they only had a chance if they worked together. However, even if they succeeded, they would have to pay a heavy price.
But now, Li Qingshan actually said that he wanted to destroy the Black Wind stronghold by himself. Even though he had a good opinion of his martial arts, he still felt that he was too arrogant and ignorant.
Xiong Xiangwu's face bordered on fury, becoming more and more like a black bear. "Then I'll be waiting for you. If you don't come, I'll make sure not a single person in Crouching Ox village survives." In the end, he threw down a vicious threat. "No matter who it is that dares to help you, I'll exterminate their entire clan!" He left in a hurry with his people. The disciples of the Iron Fist stepped aside and did not stop him. A group of bandits actually treated the entire Qingyang city like it did not exist. They really were lawless.
Yang Anzhi also used his movement technique and vanished into the night. His voice rang out from afar, "Just you wait, Li Qingshan. Your enemies will only increase. Your death won't be far away."
Liu Hong clasped his hands at Li Qingshan and left with his people. Meanwhile, the aristocrats were willing to donate ten times the amount of money for suppressing bandits as long as they spared the disciples of the Dragon's Gate sect and did not involve them.
The messy restaurant had already become empty. Only Li Qingshan stood by the window, holding the Soaring Dragon sword he had obtained from Yang Anzhi.
Huang Binghu brought people over. Li Qingshan turned around and said, "Hunting chief Huang, I want an explanation!"
Two hunters brought over Xiao Hei who had been tied up firmly. Huang Binghu said, "Kneel and speak!"
Xiao Hei told him the entire story in detail. In the end, he said, "Just kill me. I won't regret it!"
Huang Binghu said with difficulty, "I've watched Xiao Hei grow up. I can only blame my lack of discipline for this. Please spare him this time." He drew the hunting blade from his waist and stabbed it into his own shoulder.
"Hunting chief!" Xiao Hei said in a hurry.
"Xiao Hei, there are some things that you can't do. I, Huang Binghu, have killed countless people in my life, but I've never been ungrateful, nor have I ever repaid kindness with enmity!" Huang Binghu extended his hand, and the hunting chief behind him handed another hunting blade to him with a pained expression. Huang Binghu stabbed it into his left shoulder.
Tears streamed down Xiao Hei's face. He was filled with shame and regret. Ever since he was young, his respect and admiration for this man surpassed even his father's, yet now, he had to watch him suffer for him.
Huang Binghu stabbed the hunting blade into his chest.
Three blades and six holes, a life for a life. This was the explanation that a person of the Jianghu could give.
A hand firmly grabbed Huang Binghu's wrist, and the blade could not stab any further.
Li Qingshan was stunned at first before coming to an understanding. The hunting chief wants to take all the blame for this and then end it all with his death? It's useless. Even if they are skeptical, they will still come to me. "
Huang Binghu let out a heavy sigh. As someone who had traveled the Jianghu, he knew how terrifying this matter was. A secret manual or a treasured sword could stir up a sea of blood in the Jianghu. The lives of those first rate, or even super rate experts, were all used as if they were worthless.
The red glow in Li Qingshan's eyes disappeared, and he actually revealed a smile. It was not a wild laugh, but a hearty one like a normal youth. "But I'm not afraid of them!" These words were said in a hearty and confident manner. Without waiting for Huang Binghu to remind him, he continued, "Is my tiger bone wine ready?"
"I'll have someone send it over tomorrow!"
Li Qingshan said no more and walked down the stairs. When he was outside the building, he suddenly felt a chill on his face. Raising his head, he saw snowflakes drifting down from the pitch-black sky.
A clear shadow flew out from the locust wood tablet and danced around him.
Li Qingshan said to himself, "I'm not afraid of enemies, I'm afraid of betrayal." He saw Little Ann looking at him with a confused expression. He could not help but laugh. "You won't understand even if I tell you. In any case, you won't betray me, right?"
Little Ann might not understand the meaning of "betrayal" in Li Qingshan's words, but he understood the anticipation in his eyes and hurriedly nodded.
"Let's go. Tonight isn't over yet!" Li Qingshan's eyes burned with a raging flame, as if it could melt this world of ice and snow.
Old Knickers drank a mouthful of aged wine and turned on the charcoal in the stove to resist the pervasive winter chill.
He had never had a wife in his life and had been the armory guard for several decades. His neighbors had all forgotten his name, only remembering that his surname was Zhang. They all called him Old Zhang or Old Cutoff. Then, for some reason, the children around him began to call him Old Knickers, Old Knickers, causing this old man who had been single his entire life to be tainted with a bit of vulgarity for no reason.
It was already very late at night, but he still had not slept. As usual, he reviewed his life, as if he was ruminating on the most brilliant parts of his memories, chewing them over and over again while he was tipsy. As for whether these memories were real or fake, they were just like his name. Not only bystanders, but even he himself had no way of distinguishing them.
Thump thump thump! Several loud noises interrupted his recollection. He unhappily opened the door. "Who is it? Why is it so late? "Then, he saw a teenager standing in front of the door, giving him an apologetic smile.
"The county magistrate, Lord Ye, sent me to the armory to retrieve a few things. This is the document!"
Old Knickers shivered all over. Although there were many false parts in his memories, at least some of them were real. He had really been a soldier and fought in battle, and he had seen the scene of real swords and guns being used to kill people. Although the teenager before him was very young and amiable, he smelled a familiar aura — murderous intent.
Murderous intent lingered. It was a feeling that only fierce soldiers who had taken dozens of lives in the army would have. If he encountered such an enemy in battle, he would definitely stay as far away from him as possible.
He did not even look at the document in detail. With trembling hands, he took out the key, picked up the lantern, and opened the armory door.
The armory door was about three meters tall, forged from pig iron. Thirty-six iron nails were lined up neatly, and a pair of tiger heads had iron rings in their mouths.
Old Knickers forcefully pushed a few times, but the door did not budge. He awkwardly said, "It seems to be frozen." The teenager placed his hand on the cold iron door and gave it a light push. The iron door opened with a rumble, and he stepped into the armory alone.
Old Knickers shrunk his body and waited outside the door. Over the past few years, this was the first time someone had come to the armory to retrieve something. What did he want? And what did he want to do with it?
While he was thinking, he heard a clanging sound coming from afar. A figure stepped out of the armory. The black armor wrapped around his sturdy body, giving off a cold and murderous feeling. The armor skirt fluttered along with his movements.
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